Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Dieter Schprokets]

The Fleet Admiral looked at the new recruits quizzically.

"Ensigns Tyler and Conrad."

"Sir", in unison, came the answer.

The Admiral was amused. All Drill Sergeant at first, the new ones, till they flew a dozen or so missions. Then their use for military protocol lessened. This wasn't the Army.

"You lads want to fight Mollies, it says here. Well, there are quite a few in Dublin waiting for you. Get going. Report to your Squadron Commanders."

He handed them their orders.

"Dismissed!"

The two saluted in unison, then did about turns, then went out the door.

And that, as they say, was that.

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